Those Memories - Poem by joanne fenner
Shower stops, im up again,
Another day all the same,
5: 30am, plenty of time to think of school,
The only place where no-ones cruel.
Being controlled is so so hard,
You never realise that it will only end with scars,
Your left with only hate and pain,
And you know you cannot rewrite moments again.
You think everyone’s the same,
Going through life like it’s a game,
And in their eyes its funny,
But you don’t show love with bits of money.
You nasty bastards, why me?
You made me something I didn’t want to be,
I had to fight everyday to hold up my head,
And then cry every night alone in my bed.
You know what you’ve done,
But I don’t think you understood when it begun,
That id exceed to have children, and now I see,
From two people with resentment, all they have left is me.
I’m still standing after what you did,
No longer in front of you stands a terrified kid,
I’m a better person, wise and stronger,
I do not have to hear your spiteful words no longer.
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